The Metrical Miscellany: Consisting Chiefly of Poems Hitherto UnpublishedT. Cadell, and W. Davies, 1802 - 224 Seiten |
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... lip , with magic sweetness fraught , To heav'nly nectar turn the venom'd draught : Yet sure the Furies must have steel'd his heart That could the deadly beverage impart , Nor dropt the bowl , by thee and music charm'd , His savage soul ...
... lip , with magic sweetness fraught , To heav'nly nectar turn the venom'd draught : Yet sure the Furies must have steel'd his heart That could the deadly beverage impart , Nor dropt the bowl , by thee and music charm'd , His savage soul ...
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... lips did softest accents flow ? Round that pale mouth the sweetest dimples play ? On this dull cheek the rose of beauty blow ? And these dim eyes diffuse celestial day ? Did this closed hand unasking want relieve , Or wake the lyre to ...
... lips did softest accents flow ? Round that pale mouth the sweetest dimples play ? On this dull cheek the rose of beauty blow ? And these dim eyes diffuse celestial day ? Did this closed hand unasking want relieve , Or wake the lyre to ...
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... lips did softest accents flow ? Round that pale mouth the sweetest dimples play ? On this dull cheek the rose of beauty blow ? And these dim eyes diffuse celestial day ? Did this closed hand unasking want relieve , Or wake the lyre to ...
... lips did softest accents flow ? Round that pale mouth the sweetest dimples play ? On this dull cheek the rose of beauty blow ? And these dim eyes diffuse celestial day ? Did this closed hand unasking want relieve , Or wake the lyre to ...
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... lips the Loves and Graces play'd Why am I graceful ? sweet Aspasia said ; And " What is Grace , " whose secret spell can bind Harmonious magic o'er the raptur'd mind ? Where does the denizen of air reside , And to what beauties is her ...
... lips the Loves and Graces play'd Why am I graceful ? sweet Aspasia said ; And " What is Grace , " whose secret spell can bind Harmonious magic o'er the raptur'd mind ? Where does the denizen of air reside , And to what beauties is her ...
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... lip of crimson glow , Swept by thy chilling wing the rose shall fly , When thy rude scythe indents his polish'd brow , And quench'd is all the lustre of his eye ; When ruthless age disperses every grace , Each smile that beams from that ...
... lip of crimson glow , Swept by thy chilling wing the rose shall fly , When thy rude scythe indents his polish'd brow , And quench'd is all the lustre of his eye ; When ruthless age disperses every grace , Each smile that beams from that ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
August 11 balm beauty beneath blest bliss bloom blushes breast breathe charms cheek cherub confest cruel doubting Cyprian dear death dream drest e'er ev'n Fair Fountain faithful Fancy Farewel flow'r flowery wreaths Folly fond fondly friendly band gale Gêlert's dying yell gentle gift glow Goddess grace grief grove hail hand heave Heaven hope hour inauspicious day languid light lips Llewelyn's lov'd Love Love's lovers lyre maid Mary's Mary's tomb melancholy melt mind mirth morn Muse Nithsdale numbers o'er once pain pale pensive pinnace Pity pow'r rapture refin'd rill rose sacred saw thee scenes search of Happiness shade sigh silent smiles soft song soothe sorrow soul Spring strain stream sweet tear tell tender thine thro thy bosom thy heart Thyrsis tomb tranquil vales trembling truant tyes vainly vale vows wake wave Whilst wild wing'd youth
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Seite 89 - HAIL, blushing goddess, beauteous Spring, Who in thy jocund train dost bring Loves and Graces, smiling hours, Balmy breezes, fragrant flowers, Come, with tints of roseate hue, Nature's faded charms renew. Yet why should I thy presence hail ? To me no more the breathing gale Comes fraught with...
Seite 89 - I'll love thee till I die— Hush'd be that sigh. And does that thought affect thee too, The thought of Sylvio's death, That he who only breath'd for you, Must yield that faithful breath ? Hush'd be that sigh, be dry that tear, Nor let us lose our heaven here — Dry be that tear.
Seite 132 - Nor scathe had he, nor harm nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then...
Seite 131 - And on went Gelert too; And still, where'er his eyes he cast, Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view.
Seite 130 - In sooth, he was a peerless hound, the gift of royal John ; but now no Gelert could be found, and all the chase rode on. And now, as over rocks and dells the gallant chidings rise, all Snowdon's craggy chaos yells with many mingled cries.
Seite 133 - Best of thy kind, adieu! The frantic blow which laid thee low This heart shall ever rue.
Seite 89 - Tis just that thou should'st heal the smart Inflicted by thy subtle art, And calm my troubled breast. No random shot from Cupid's bow, But by thy guidance, soft and slow, It sunk within my heart ; Thus, Love being arm'd with Wisdom's force, In vain I try to stop its course, In vain repel the dart. O Goddess ! break the fatal league, Let Love, with Folly and Intrigue, More fit associates find ! And thou alone, within my breast, O ! deign to soothe my griefs to rest, And heal my tortured mind.
Seite 98 - By the sea's margin, on the watery strand, Thy monument, Themistocles, shall stand. By this directed to thy native shore, The merchant shall convey his freighted store; And when our fleets are summon'd to the fight, Athens shall conquer with thy tomb in sight.
Seite 32 - Till sorrow taught me to confess thy power. In early days, when fancy cheats, A various wreath I wove, Of laughing Spring's luxuriant sweets, To deck ungrateful love: The rose or thorn my numbers crown'd As Venus smil'd, or Venus frown'd, But love and joy, and all their train are flown.
Seite 33 - I'd court thy palliative aid no more ! No more I'd sue that thou shouldst spread Thy spell around my aching hea.d, But would conjure thee to impart Thy balsam for a broken heart ; And by thy soft Lethean power (Inestimable flower !) Burst these terrestrial bonds, and other regions try.